Maleficent and all its content belongs to Disney. References and other mentioned names, products, brands and all other licenses belong to their respective owners. I only own my OC's and storyline. This story is purely written for entertainment and hobby purposes. English is not my native language.
Thank you for giving this read a chance, and I hope you'll enjoy reading this.
Summary : When Stefan takes her wings, Maleficent vows her revenge on all things human. When she wanders alone and wounded she encounters another victim of his betrayal. The only problem : this victim is human and he decides to stick around. A human who is so tempting to take, to kill, to destroy… But to betray? Never. AU; eventual Maleficent/OC
Guest, Lee, Elizabeth : All nice ideas, I'll see if they fit in. However, it's still a while away before a relationship develops. Mal's gotta go dark first. And it's still nine months before little Aurora is born.
Hominis Proditam.
Maleficent couldn't keep her eyes open anymore. She knew something had happened that shouldn't have occurred, but her mind was too overtaken by her inner turmoil to process exactly what. She noticed things darken though, and a shadow was cast over her face. She could make out a silhouette stalking over her. 'Friend or foe' she wanted to ask, but had no strength for that anymore.
The last thing she heard was "You're safe now." But she didn't recognise the voice or its owner. Was it Stefan, she wondered?
Blackness overtook her however and she fell down in the deep slumber of unconsciousness.
Chapter 3 : A Golden Crown for a Dark Throne.
"Come forward, child of god." The priest said.
A man with neatly brushed mouse brown hair responded to the call and slowly made his way over in dignified strides. The throne room was bursting with people, especially the social and economic elite. All were watching their host take up a new position that would affect the kingdom. How it would affect that remained to be seen of course. But he had been personally chosen by his predecessor, which gave him some leniency.
The man's strides halted before the old priest, who was dresses in robes of white and purple, with golden accessories. The old man made a gesture with his hand, to which the younger man knelt down on one knee, to show his submission to the holy lord.
Never in his life had he dared to actually expect he would get here. Oh, he had dreamed of course, much like everyone. But unlike many of those dreamers, he didn't rest on them. He was driven, determined, ambitious. And he had come from the very bottom.
His parents had been farmers. While holding a steady life, still low on the social caste. But then they were taken away. A horrible accident. No one knew what was happening, but a few minutes later everything was on fire. And when the dawn broke, the little boy with the mouse brown hair looked over smouldering remains of what used to be his home, and knew, that he was alone.
But he hadn't allowed himself to live a pitiful and miserable orphan existence. He swore he would one day work directly for the king in a position that would demand respect. He had not received that position by heritage, or wealth or connections. No, he had become the personal assistant of the late King Henry only because he had worked his life to fulfil that goal.
He smiled. He hoped he had made his parents proud, showing that their son's ambitiousness had indeed delivered results. He knew he had made them proud.
It was only the last steps that he had done to now receive this title that didn't sit well with him. He had done some things that were pretty bad. But wasn't it about the greater good? A small evil to prevent a greater one?
"Will you do everything in your power to keep this kingdom, its lands and its people from harm?"
That was one of the reasons he had done what he did. If any of those other power-hungry jackals had taken the throne they would soon be in a war with the Moors. And while they might win, it would not be without heavy losses. By doing what he did, the people in the kingdom would be safer, and he knew what it was like to be poor and down at the bottom. He would make this a better kingdom. For everyone in it.
"I will." He said resolute.
"Will you always uphold the greater good above your own needs?"
The greater good. That was what he had fought for. He knew he had taken something very dear of his old friend, but now she would stay certainly on the Moors and she would be safer. Doing what he did handicapped her but saved her life, he told himself. Otherwise she would have been hunted down ruthlessly. He took the reward for the hunt so no one would do it no, would they? And there was no one else to abuse this power. And she couldn't start a war either and now that people believed her dead or defeated no one was interested in war anyway. Especially with the passing of King Henry. He would be known as the king who brought Peace and prosperity.
"I will." He answered once again, determined.
"Will you always stay true to your faith in the one god?"
He had never lost his faith. He had always prayed. He had always believed. And god himself had smiled upon him. How could fate otherwise have been twisted that a poor farmer's boy, an orphan of all things became king? It had to have been him. It had to have been the lord. Well, his faith would not waver. Never.
"I will."
"Then I, Mathew, will place this crown upon you. With the holy lord and father and the holy spirit in heaven's kingdom as witnesses, you are hereby crowned king. May your rule be fair and your time be blessed."
He released a breath he didn't know he was holding when the heavy weight of the golden crown rested upon his head. He could almost feel the weight of the responsibility on his shoulders. He would shoulder it. He would be strong.
He rose and turned around slowly and looked over the big assembled crowd.
"Hail King Stefan!" A preacher said.
"Hail King Stefan!" the crowd chorused in response.
The newly crowned king rose his hand and the crowd went silent.
"This is both a glad and a sad day. A sad day, because it is a reminder of the late king Henry that we have lost. But is a glad day also! This day will lead in a time of peace and prosperity. We will look to improve our kingdom in every way possible for the very heart of our kingdom : the people! I will shoulder this heavy responsibility to the best of my ability for all of you, and that is a promise. But this is also a feast, and my speech is already too long. Bring forth the wine and food, and let song and music be heard across the halls!" he declared.
This was greeted with laughter and cheer. The crowd decided it liked their new king.
No one saw the raven that flew off from the window, who had seen and heard it all.
Two tall figures stood next to each other before the edge of a great forest. One clad in elegant black and the other one in more muted green. They just stood there for a while, unmoving. Then they shared a single understanding look into each other's eyes. No words were spoken, apparently unneeded for them. Then they slid one hand into the one of their companion and walked off together, into the great forest.
Birds were chirping, loudly. A calm breeze was bristling the leaves of the trees and she could feel sunlight on her face. So she was at the Moors, as it should be. Maleficent decided to keep her eyes closed for just a little longer, to enjoy her half-slumber after that dream. A strange dream though. She didn't recognise the figures. It probably meant nothing. After all it was only that. A dream.
She almost wished that the loss of her wings was just a terrible nightmare, but she knew that it was the harsh reality. The lack of weight on her back proved that, not to mention the pain… wait, pain? Where was the pain? Where was the hot stabbing pain on her back? She could feel it faintly, but it was manageable. Nothing like the day before. Had she healed so much in her sleep?
Now that she thought of it, she actually hurt more on her lower right leg. As if it had been between two iron jaws. Because it had been, suddenly realised. She remembered what happened yesterday. The hunt that she could not escape, the iron claws snapping themselves around her leg, the teeth being buried deep in her flesh… Yes, her leg still hurt, but it was nothing, absolutely nothing compared to the torture back then.
But, she didn't escape from them. That stupid farmer that ran away probably set them on her. She had used every bit of her magic to deal with those attackers and had gotten fifteen of them, but there were still three left. The arrow. Someone else had attacked them, killed two of those men and made the third scurry away. Yes, that was it, the figure had bent over her and said "you're safe now".
But that brought forth a big problem. If she wasn't at that place anymore, than where was she? Where had she been taken and why, and by whom? She couldn't be at the Moors.
And with that realisation, Maleficent's eyes snapped open.
She looked around, blinking a few times, her eyes taking in her surroundings. She was in a light forest, but it was not the Moors, of that she was certain. After some hesitations she slowly brought herself more upright from her sleeping position. It seems she was in some kind of open hut that was partly built around a great tree, using the tree itself.
It wasn't very filled like the home of farmers she had seen earlier. Just some basic gear. If it wasn't for the other sleeping roll she would believe she was alone here.
A sound from her left.
She turned around to see a wolf. He seemed to have no indication to attack though. Rather, he had been lying there the entire time, just looking at her. Now that she looked closer to him, he simply didn't seem wild enough to be an actual wolf. A tad more slender and smaller. Perhaps a tamed one? Or was it just a young animal?
The wolf's ears suddenly perked up, his head cocked to the side and he jumped up and past her. He jumped around a bit and barked enthusiastically to the tree.
It obviously was a very stupid animal, to bark at a tree.
A soft thud resounded of boots landing on the forest floor, followed by a few quick steps.
Or perhaps it wasn't.
She righted herself up quickly. Standing up told her that her body was still very stiff. And she wasn't yet used to the balance without her wings, but it was manageable. If only her damn leg wouldn't hurt so much… getting away quickly was no option, evidently, so she backed up in an overseeing position and gathered her magic ready. Whoever it was, she would not simply let him have his way.
The footsteps drew closer and a few seconds later a figure of a man appeared. He entered the hut too, the wolf close on his side. When he saw her backed up, her magic ready he halted though and kept his distance to the other side.
She took him in. He seemed young, barely a man. His slender, almost skinny body didn't help. Blond hair and delicate features, green eyes and a slight smile. He was clad in tints of green and brown, apparently to blend in with the forest more. She could also see him carry his bow with ease. If what she remembered was correct, than he knew how to use the thing well enough.
He looked as if he could play the part for some young prince charming with his blond hair, nice face weapons and elegant pose. Then he turned his face a bit and she saw the 'prince charming' act wouldn't work. On his cheek, he had a few very distinctive and ugly scars. One obviously came from a knife or cutting wound that left a straight red line tracing his cheekbone from just next to his eye towards his upper lip. That one wasn't healed too bad, but on the same cheek, there was a nasty burn. Life apparently hadn't agreed with his nice soft face.
"Don't be afraid, I'm not going to harm you." He said slowly and what he hoped was a reassuring tone.
"I am not afraid." She answered coldly.
At this he raised an eyebrow. "Evidently" He drawled. "You backed yourself up in a corner with your magic ready to blast anyone away for your everyday amusement, then."
Maleficent made no response beyond a cold glare.
He took off his bow and arrow quiver to lay them on the ground, and laid down a knife he pulled from his boot with them. Then, he took a few steps to the side.
"Look, I put down my weapons, I am too far away to suddenly try something stupid. And if I truly wanted to harm you without decent reason I would have done it long ago by now. Scrap that, if I wanted you harmed I would not have saved you, and certainly not healed you. " He said patiently. "Now, it is best if you cease holding your magic like that. It will tire you to quickly and you are not yet fully healed considering you just woke up."
Inwardly, she cursed. He was right. She already felt the strain on her magic. Healing had taken quite a bit out of her apparently. So for logic's sake, she stopped the call on her magic and lowered her hand. Tiring herself out like this would not help her either.
When she lowered her threatening stance he smiled and sat down. The wolf did so too, and he idly scratched the beast behind his ears.
"Sit, please." He gestured to what looked like a shapeless pillow. To give her leg some rest, she complied.
"Why?" her voice questioned him.
"I'm sorry, what?" he asked with a bit of confusion.
"Why did you assist me?" she asked again, a bit harsher now.
"Why would I not have?" he seemed actually confused.
"Why did you kill your fellow humans? Those soldiers?"
His face darkened a bit. "I knew who those 'soldiers' were. They were vile men and have committed many crimes. If I had encountered them on my own in few number, I might have done something to them all the same. They certainly would have given me reason to in any case."
"Ah. So you waited for the easiest opportunity for the greatest reward, then? See the evil witch killed, stab the actual men who succeeded in the back and claim the reward for yourself?"
"You're not very bright, are you?" he asked with a bit of mirth in his voice.
She hissed in return for the insult at her intelligence.
"If I wanted the reward for your head, why would I interfere before they did the deed? Let alone carry you all the way here, and heal your wounds and patiently wait for your awakening?" he asked a bit annoyed.
"Then why? Why did you do it? Why did you disobey your dear fat king Henry?" she spat.
"He is not my king." he said back with a slight trace of anger. Curious.
"You are a human. Therefore, you are one of his subjects, are you not?"
"Only if I would hail from this kingdom, which I do not. Since I'm not part of this kingdom in any way more than being human, I am no subject of his in any way." He corrected her smugly.
"Pray tell, where are you from then?"
"I come from the forest of Silva, or Silvaetus as the actual name is. Together with Vallis, a dale bordering the forest we are a smaller realm to the north."
The Silvaetus Woods? Those were old indeed. And there was still lingering magic and magical creatures there. Nowhere the concentration as in the Moors, but more than anywhere else in the nearby lands.
"Where am I now then, seeing as you saw it fit to carry me here?"
"You're currently beneath a tree. Given the fact that there are more trees nearby, it's probably safe to assume you're in a forest as well." He replied, as if it was a very serious answer.
"If you're going to stay this infuriating, I'm going to blast your little blonde head off." She snapped.
"Fine, fine. You're currently at the north-eastern border of the human kingdom. This is a path with very few people, so I thought it safer."
She thought this over. It wasn't overly bad. The Moors weren't terrible far away, and the route to there would be relatively desolate. The only problem was that the route wasn't an easy one either, or she would have to make a big way around and closer to the castle. Inconvenient, but it could be worse.
"Are you the one they call Maleficent?" he suddenly asked.
"I am." She answered carefully. Now was the time to gauge his intentions. And to respond with her magic if necessary.
"Well, that explains a lot…" he murmured.
"What do you mean? And how is it you know who I am?" she interrogated him.
"It makes sense now why they were all hunting you. Old King Henry's reward was quite a sum, or so I've heard. And I recognise magical creatures when I see them, I'm not an idiot."
"No idiot? And here I was thinking the opposite…" she mused out loud.
"I don't exactly know what you are, although my best bet would be relation to the Fae kind. It would explain your magical ability and your wounds." He continued, ignoring her jab.
"What do you mean, my wounds? Leg-wounds aren't exactly a good indicator to determine a species in case you didn't know."
"I know that. But I wasn't talking about your leg, even though that was a pretty bad one. Almost like it had been poisoned, except there was no poison to be found. It seemed more like a very severe rash or burn to me, though your passive magic has already taken care of it, mostly. I was talking about the wounds on your back. It's almost like limbs located between your shoulder blades have been cut off. The only logical explanation is that you lost you wings in a manner of attack, recently. And the kinds of magical creatures who are relatively human in appearance, have wings and wield magic are limited… So, are you a faery?"
She was taken aback a bit. The casual way he talked about the loss of her dear wings made her filled with anger and grief. And he wasn't as stupid as she'd expected him to be. He wasn't fully correct, but as close as he could have gotten on his own. Impressive, almost. A human who could actually use his intelligence. How refreshing. How dangerous.
"Yes, I am." She confirmed. He seemed to be satisfied with the answer and left it at that.
"I told you my name, 'tis only fair if you tell me yours."
A slight hesitation. "Evan. Call me Evan."
"You hesitated. Why?"
"You're the first person outside my own kingdom that has asked after my name. you may not know it, but this kingdom, or more specifically King Henry, wasn't on good terms with my homeland. So I don't want to attract unnecessary attention."
"Why is the old man a threat to your land?" she asked, curious now. She thought he merely hated all magicals. Of course, the Silvaetus lands held old magic, but that was in a passive sense. Why would he attack other human lands?
"Because the man wasn't satisfied with the kingdom that he had. He couldn't even rule that properly, but still only focused on wanting more. He hasn't outright attacked us, he wouldn't have been able to get away with that, but he certainly tried several times to get our lands under his control. You should know of his hunger for power. Even I know that he attacked the Moors a couple of times."
"Oh yes, I remember that. I specifically remember throwing the swine from his horse, making him break several bones in the fall and spitting in his face after standing on these broken bones." She said with malice in her voice. "Do you wish to know how I decimated his little group of cavalry and slew his soldiers?" she asked with a bit of amusement.
"No, I don't." he said resolute.
She ignored him. "I wonder if he would try again once more… perhaps I could kill him this time around."
"No you can't, and no he won't."
"You doubt my abilities? He is nothing compared to me." She sneered.
"Undoubtedly. But you cannot kill those who are already dead."
"What do you mean?" she responded, confused.
"King Henry died two days ago. I suppose his successor has been announced by now, but I haven't been away from here since your… incident."
"That cannot be true. Two days ago, he was alive." If Stefan's words were anything to go by at least. That was before… no, no good could come from thinking about him now.
"Two days ago for you perhaps. But this is six days ago for the world. It is the fourth day since you fell unconscious in that wolf trap." He responded softer now.
She had been unconscious for four days? That was very disturbing news.
"How severe were my wounds, then?" she asked a bit shaken.
"Quite severe, though not fatal. Your leg was the worst of it. I stopped the bleeding, stitched the largest cuts and used the most neutral of healing herbs I had. I didn't want to risk doing something wrong that you would react badly to. It seems your magic has already healed most of it though. The wounds on your back were nasty bad had already begun to heal. I simply cleaned them and numbed the nerves somewhat. You should be able to walk again now, though it would be prudent not too put too much weight on your leg for the coming days. Perhaps you should use the staff you were carrying. It is besides your bedroll."
"And what happened at the fields, when I lost consciousness?"
"Well, I was observing to see whether I should intervene or not and wanted to pull back and leave matters as they were, but I couldn't just stand by and watch him execute you. So I shot him and the other one that rushed forward. The third one fled."
"You should have shot him too."
"I will not just kill someone unless it's absolutely necessary." He said affronted. "The only reason I shot like that was because I knew that they were filthy criminals and were abusing their authority as guards!"
"You are a naïve and foolish little boy. He will already have made it known that both you and I should be hunted down now" she scoffed.
"You already were on their hunting list. And since I was hooded, I doubt they'd recognise me. Nothing changed." He retorted.
She sighed. It would come back to bite them, of that she was sure, but there was nothing to be done about that now. And he may have been foolish, in many aspects, she did owe her life to him. He had no reason to save her, but he did. She was certain that it was not out of idle kindness, no matter what he may was claiming. Humans did not know such compassion. When she saved that raven… Diaval, he instantly swore his life in her service. She would of course never do such a thing, but she did owe him a debt. Even if humans had no honour, she could not ignore this. It went against all laws of old, and only the foulest of evil being dared to break such things.
"I suppose you did save my life. For that I thank you."
At this he gave a brilliant smile as if her acknowledging of thanks meant the world to him. "You're welcome." He said happily. She withheld a scoff. Truly, he was still a child. A child capable of adult feats, but did not yet have the mind set for it.
"You do look very young. How old are you?"
"I'm not that young. I'll be seventeen next month."
"That is young." Roughly ten years younger than her. Just old enough not to be treated like child anymore, but he lacked the experience being a real adult brought. She looked him over again and her eyes fell on those ugly scars that marred his face once more.
"Those scars, how did you get them?" she asked, making a gesture to his cheek.
At this he looked away, turning the scarred cheek away from her gaze. His eyes were distant, probably remembering it. "I don't want to talk about that."
"As you wish then." An uncomfortable silence settled. A slobbering sound broke it. She saw the wolf looking up at her strangely with his tongue dangling out of his mouth, drooling on the floor.
"Who is your wolfish companion and why is he staring at me like that?" she asked a bit indignantly.
"Oh, this is Fergus, my wolfhound. Fergus, say 'hi' to the scary lady with horns." The wolfhound let out some more drool as he made a happy bark – if you could call the slobbering sound a bark.
Maleficent clenched her jaw. This man-child really got on her nerves with his lame jokes and stupid comments. If it wasn't for the debt she would already have done something to him by now. And the fact that she was indebted to him only made it worse. Humiliating really, that she had to be saved by a human who was barely full-grown. And to top it off, he was incredibly annoying.
"Now, while you continue your idle conversations with your dog, I must go back to my lands." She fitted her robes better on and donned her cloak. While doing so her hand traced the bandages on her chest.
She froze. Her volatile temper came rising up faster than George R. R. Martin would run from a razor.
That human, that filthy disgusting human, had touched her? He had dared to defile her like this?
"What did you do to me!" she spat out, aiming her staff at him like a spear beneath his throat.
"Wha- What do you mean?" Evan sputtered in fear. Fergus gave out a growl at her but she snarled back in pure power. The wolf was no match for that. She had power over beasts that the loyalty to a mere human could not stop.
"How did you dare to touch, to defile me like this! To grope me when I was unconscious, you filthy swine!" she hissed, showing the bandages that ran over her –quite present- chest.
"For the wounds on your back. I did not have the means to bandage them on the local spot, so that was the safest course! I swear, I didn't do anything inappropriate like that!" he said back, quickly.
She retreated her staff slowly, glaring at him as if she wished to burn him to ashes with her burning gaze. The rational part of her told her he had a point, but she wasn't in the mood for rational right now. As if the humiliation to her pride hadn't been enough…
"I'm leaving. Do not think I won't forget that insult." She declared with anger.
He frowned. "You know, most people would be somewhat happy if they find out that they're alive and well, and have been healed." He said carefully.
"I am not like most people." She retorted.
"That" he drawled, "is obvious."
"By the stones, you are so infuriating!" she roared. She put her heated glare upon him again.
"The only reason I haven't killed you yet is because, to my great disgust, I owe you a debt that I cannot simply ignore. But make no mistake, human : once the bet is gone, I will kill you for this."
"Really? Oh good, then I can already start planning my grand funeral. You know, it's actually really handy to know in advance when you're going to die. Not many people have that luxury…" he trailed if in thoughts, seriously considering the benefits of the whole situation.
Maleficent stared for a moment and decided that he was a complete and utter lunatic. She had already suspected he was crazy, but this was far beyond that.
A soft whine at her side attracted her attention. The wolfhound had his head cocked to the side and look strangely at the man, giving continuous soft whines. Oh, great. Even the mangy mutt was concerned for his master's mental stability.
She didn't bother lashing out anymore and simply stormed out of the hut, back to the Moors and away from the pesky little human called Evan.
It was later on the day in the late evening that Diaval finally found his new Mistress. It was oppressive weather, a storm seemed to be brewing. He could tell in his gizzard that it would be smarter to simply fly far, far away from this place. But he couldn't go back on his word like that of course. He flew towards her and with a flick of her hand he changed back in the strange man shape. The only problem was that she had done it before he properly landed which caused him to go crashing in the dirt. He let out an offended squawk but Maleficent paid him no mind.
"Have you found Stefan? What news do you have of him?" she asked.
He hesitated to bring the news. His instinct told him something dangerous was lurking. He just didn't know what.
"Well? Out with it, Diaval, I don't have all day."
"There was a big ceremony in the castle. King Henry has passed away in three days ago now. The kingdom is mourning and…"
"Yes, yes, I already know of the old man's death. What of Stefan?" she interrogated him. Her temper was rising up again. Her raven was not giving her an immediate report and it annoyed her.
"The ceremony was for the human called Stefan."
She snapped back towards him. "What?" Was he that celebrated for his betrayal? Or was he… no, that was impossible. But Diaval confirmed her dark thoughts.
"He has been crowned and pledged in as the new king and as successor to king Henry. The ceremony also held his wedding to the late king's daughter, princess –now queen- Leila." He finished, uncertainly awaiting her reaction.
"King?" she asked softly, to no one in particular, a bit shocked, lost and uncertain.
Then she let out a low chuckle that blew into a full blown laugh. Diaval wasn't certain it was a good idea to laugh along. You don't laugh along with someone's if said laugh sends you shivers down your spine. He didn't know the entire context, but he didn't expect her to be happy about it.
'Perhaps this Stefan had almost screwed up, but he made it alright again and now she's happy with it…' he mused carefully.
"King?" she asked again but with icy menace present, like a shard of crystal that was still hard, cold and razor sharp. There was no hint of amusement anymore.
'… Or not.' he finished his thought lamely.
"KING?" her sound was rising now, like brewing storm.
"KING?" she screamed, her voice striking like a powerful lightning bolt in a heavy thunderstorm.
Every façade that she had held had been swept away now. She wasn't angry, for calling her angry was like calling the ocean a small pool. She was livid. Furious. Seething.
"HE DID THIS TO BE KING? HE DID THIS TO ME FOR A FANCY CROWN AND AN ORNATE THRONE?"
There was no stopping her now. Diaval cowered a bit away from her, and really, really, really wanted to be changed back to a raven in order to retreat to a safer distance. The other side of the country was beginning to look nice too… Seriously, could whatever it was this Stefan had done not have been done properly so he wouldn't have to deal with this sh-
"HE DID THIS FOR POWER? I WILL SHOW HIM TRUE POWER! I WILL MAKE HIM BEG AND SUFFER AND WISH THAT IN HIS DARKEST DREAMS HE HAD NEVER TAKEN THAT CURSED CROWN!"
Her rage had reached such a turmoil in herself that her magic burst out in an enormous spiral of poisonous green fire towards the sky. The magic was so intense it seemed to draw everything towards it, including light wrapping the surrounding land in darkness. The light was so bright it seemed to burn, yet managed to hold so much dark as well, as if it had taken all light in the world leaving no light left anymore.
The violent burst produced a high-pitched shriek that could turned anyone's head to pain. The ground shook as if it would burst open. The dark clouds packed together and began to rumble in the storm the lands would quake beneath.
"I will show him what a true ruler is." She finished with a hiss.
With that she strode forward to a smaller nearby island and with her approaching presence the great tree gnarled and twisted and grew into a complex network of branches, forming a large and complex throne.
He had wanted a queen? Well, than she would be a queen. A queen he wished he would never have crossed. She was barely aware of the squeals of the small pixies, wallerbogs and nymphs nearby. She sat herself down on her newly found throne and looked as poised and regal as she looked threatening and intimidating. She was a presence of might, radiating with pure unaltered power in such sheer volumes it couldn't be measured.
The treants, the warriors of the Moors were as loyal as ever to her and seemed to inspire the same loyalty from all others present with their threatening presence.
The loyal raven who had been transformed back in his original form cawed and landed next to her arm. A lightning bolt shook everything as it illuminated the pale face of the new dark queen.
OC and Stefan material! And Maleficent has definitely gone dark now. Dark things will be dark. Face it, Maleficent IS dark for quite some time, and that goes beyond creative insulting. She's actually going to do some bad-ass stuff. Stuff that is seriously morally questionable. And Evan has a cute dog! Diaval and Fergus are going to get along great! *cough*sarcasm*cough*
Posted a bit later than planned but I have worked out a great deal more about Stefan's and Maleficent's past that will be revealed later in the story. Big reveals that might explain a lot of their respective behaviours.
Silva means woods or forest in Latin and Vetus means old. Silvaetus is a combination that would be "Old Forest." Vallis simply means valley. Very original, I know. Evan means young warrior in old Gaelic and Fergus means something among the lines of loyal one. So, a bit fitting, is all.
Thank you once again for reading, and please leave a review! I appreciate them greatly, each and every one of 'em.